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Love Is Like A Game
This game is the most bizarre tie-in I've ever seen for a movie of Punch Drunk Love caliber.
That Smell? It's Chicago.
Chicago: ******
Does anyone actually have to have me tell them this movie is excellent? You do? JEEZUS! It's good! Go rent it.
Wubba Wubba Huh?!
Bloody Disgusting has some incredibly cool news about an Unrated edition of The Ring coming out in October.
Needless to say, it must be mine.
Tribnet.com - Opinion
Stupid people make me mad. Read the story, then come back.
I'll wait.
READ IT!
I don't watch anime. I'm not a fan. Well, I'm a picky fan. Spirited Away was brilliant. But, otherwise, I tend to pass on it. But this article makes me mad.
A) It's on at midnight. What good parent lets their child up at midnight?
B) It's actually rated TV-14. That means it's not for children. It's for teenagers. Yes there is violence.
C) There's a HUGE parental warning before the show. Did you miss it? It's the same thing that's been on CDs for years. Look again. You can't miss it.
I applaud Cartoon Network for Adult Swim. Aside from being consistently more funny than normal TV programming, they're taking chances. And that's cool with me. It beats the 24 hour Scooby Doo channel they use to be.
Stomp To The Beat
Pulse, A Stomp Odyssey
The trailer for this got this man all misty-eyed. I rushed out earlier to pick up the soundtrack once I learned it had some Stomp tracks on there.
I love percussion music. The primitive state of it. There is only rhythm and nothing else to get in the way. It moves itself. Your body gives up control to it. You can't help but become part of it.
Even as I type this, I just want to type to the music. In beat with the music.
Buy the soundtrack. You won't be sorry. Damn. I wish this movie was playing around here. Who wants to road trip to Ohio?
Foolish Pride Makes Me Hot
I was talking to an ex-girlfriend earlier today. She's suppose to be coming back to the Chicago area for Labor Day Weekend, but she doesn't want to come back for various reasons. The conversation soon lead to how she will probably never move back to Chicago, much less Illinois.
"It's nice to visit, but I wouldn't live there." She tells me.
"You couldn't stop complaining that you DIDN'T live here." I thought.
"I don't think I'll ever move back to Illinois." She says.
And this pride, that I didn't know existed rushed through my blood. My head is screaming, "WELL ILLINOIS DOESN'T WANT YOU! You're not good enough for Chicago!" I was angry. Don't tell me that some almost-Southern state is better than MY town! My state!
But wait, I HATE Illinois! It's been called the armpit of the country for good reason. Aside from Chicago, there is no point. I can't WAIT to save up and get out to California. I want some San Francisco sun.
But man, tell me Chicago sucks, and IT IS ON! I may hate it, but it's mine! DAMMIT!
Change The Times
It's towards the end of the night, and I'm sitting around waiting for my actual internet connection to reconnect. Dial-up is the devil, and I have a 6 Meg file to upload to my school. Director file. Also the devil.
Rhythm Bandit
We got a rock rock rock that is rockin' the house.
We got a beat beat beat that is movin' your feet.
Watch out. We are. Rhythm Bandits.
I love short sentences. Everything punctuated just so. Don't get me wrong, long sentences are amazing works by amazing craftsmen, but the short sentence is just an amazing thing. And it wasn't until college that I was told, "Yes. You can have two words in your sentence. You do not have to follow rules. Make. It. Short. Paragraphs? One sentence if you feel like it." That's amazing to me. It only made me hate school that wasn't college more. The rules were only enforced to make you like everyone else. And once you get out of that atmospher, fuck it all, be yourself!
Gotta love that.
Hearing Yourself Talk Doesn't Solve The Problems.
Few people in my department understand the shit I have to put up with. They don't realize that as soon as they're gone, I get complaints and criticism because the department is on the verge of imploding. The complainers will never bring their points of contention up to my supervisor. Oh no. They'd rather complain to me, so I can be dumped on, and they can feel superior because they know how to fix it all. Or they can say it was so much better x number of years ago.
Look. I know my department may well be labeled as an entry into hell. It's probably on a map somewhere. There's a giant blazing inferno on a map of Illinois. And if you zoom in, you'd see my office, and me looking on aghast, yet happy that the place was being engulfed in flames.
But, I cannot do anything about that. They don't understand this. They think that by complaining to me I'm going to disappear into the phone booth and SUPER LIBRARIAN will come out and make things better. It ain't gonna happen. So, this list will help people realize what I cannot do.
1) Do not complain to me about how much cooler the department was when you were in charge. That was 7 years ago, and people in the department you supervise now are complaining about you as soon as you turn your back.
2) Do not complain that we do not get attendance in here anymore, and that it is somehow our fault. Yes, our village may be growing, but it's growing out of district, and therefore they go to a different library. And with the amount of other extra curricular activities that exist now, the library, while free, is still on the bottom of the "can-do" list.
3) Do not complain that circulation is down. I cannot fix that. Maybe people are buying their books. Maybe people are more interested in watching television. Books are no longer the format people prefer.
4) I cannot fix these problems with the snap of my fingers. I am not the person in charge. If I were the person in charge, I'd do my damndest to reorganize and get some marketing behind us. But I cannot. So leave me alone.
5) Realize that by complaining about people with Library Science degrees as if they're useless will only make you look petty and jealous.
6) Repeating all of this on a daily basis will not make me like you.
It's All In Your Head. Brains And All.
I know that by any other account Why Girls Are Weird would be considered a "chick" book. But seeing as how I don't follow the normal rules of what people consider manly and feminine, and I base it on the quality of the material, I thought this struck home. Struck home for me, and probably others I know:
"But that's nothing compared to the hardest part. When it gets this lonely, and I'm feeling this down, I can't sleep. I sit silently on my couch, listening to the wind hitting the building, and I think about things I should be doing or things I want to do. I worry about things I haven't done yet. I worry I'm running out of time."
A Connection Was Made
For anyone reading this, who isn't already my friend. I added a way to contact me if you're dying to for whatever reason. It's underneath all my links. Make me a web star.
To Hell And Back
Food From Hell
I could really use that for my daily nutritional breakfast.
Thanks, But No...
Helloween: This has to be one of the more silly ideas I've heard since FvJ hit big. Seems that according to Creature Corner, Dimension Films is scrambling to find a way to bring its two big 80's horror movie icons together in a duel - in other words yes its Halloween's Michael Myers vs. Hellraiser's Pinhead. This nutty idea however isn't exactly new - "House of the Dead" scribe Dave Parker once pitched a concept to Dimension involving the pair and in fact spent his own money putting together a trailer to show what it could look like - Parker may try again now it seems.
Thanks to 'Johnny Butane' & 'Rotten'.
Bang The Drum
My friend JC (Not Jesus this time) just told me about this club in Chicago called Rhythm. Apparently on Tuesdays and Thursdays you can go and get a drum lesson. They pass out tribal drums at 9 PM (That's Central Time baby!) and you ARE part of the evening's live music. That's too cool for words. I need to get a group together to head up there.
DUMB...ASS
David Blaine needs to disappear and not return from one of his lame-ass "magic" tricks or whatever he calls them. His street magic is some creepy shit, but sitting in a box for 6 weeks without food above a river? At least the ice thing SEEMED dangerous.
In A World Of Pure Imagination
Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka
I can live with this. Johnny Depp is insane enough to pull it off. Now, can anyone beat Gene Wilder? No. Gene Wilder was Willy Wonka. Dammit. But, I'll go for Johnny Depp as the heir to the throne.
Fame And Fortune Are Not Mine
If I were to wish myself rich and famous, I'd do so without the general annoyance of people. David Sedaris once wrote a fantasy about being wealthy, but being wealthy anonymously, so his family would never have to deal with the general trouble wealth causes.
I'd want the same thing, because, aside from the few friends I'd keep close, and make sure were happy since they made sure I was happy, I can't stand people. Too many of them, and stupidity reigns. Too few of them, and you have to deal with them on an individual basis. And that makes me twinge.
At first I thought I just hated people. Then I thought, no, I have Social Anxiety. But, I realize I just enjoy the quiet. People are noisy. People are loud. People make the quiet cry. But, I don't want to end up like Burgess Meredith in a Twilight Zone episode where I prayed for silence, and end up getting it, only to be miserable.
I'd take down Rod Serling if he came wandering out to show me the irony of the situation. "I GET it Rod! You pretentious fucker!" I'd scream as I hurled my broken glasses and books at him. He'd run, but I'd have grown use to the rubble, and he would twist his ankle. I'd laugh wickedly before beating him. "Imagine THIS world, fucker!" I'd scream. There were no doctors to tell me that the radiation was slowly killing me, and that I was being driven insane by my own body. I'd just enjoy throttling Rod Serling, who most likely existed only in my radiated brain.
They Might Be Animated
They Might Be Giants are going to be in Home Movies? Awesome.
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Last week John L. and I went to Boston to record songs and
voice-overs for an upcoming episode of the Cartoon Network's great animated series "Home Movies." We play a few different characters, including junior camp counselors at a performing arts camp (!). The show will include a number of spontaneously generated songs, one of which we'll be turning into something of a real one called "Taste the Fame."
Somebody's Getting Married
So, at the outdoor film festival this evening, they had some short films before the movie (Pillow Talk. The basis for Down With Love.) The second film turned out to be a marriage proposal. And that was some smooth shit. She was in the audience. He made the film himself. And when she said yes, the crowd went crazy go nuts. I was impressed.
Random Line - Journal Entry
There are many things in this world worth fighting for. You are not one of those things.
Man Of Iron - Journal Entry
"Lord, Lordy, let me tell you a story. A story about a king. But, oh no, not just any king, mind you. No no no. This was a special king. The most special kind of king. A mighty king. A strong and mighty king. This is the tale about the iron king."
A little girl interrupted. "Who you talkin' to grandad?"
The old man turned. With one eye upon her, he smiled. "Why hello darlin'. I'm talkin' to the people out there." He waved his hands at the sky.
"Out where, grandad?"
"Out there." He waved again. "To the people listenin' to the story. To the people readin' the story."
Todd Farmer reviews Freddy Vs Jason
Jason X's Todd Farmer reviews Freddy Vs Jason
Todd Farmer did Jason X. A classic.
Hey Emm Effer!
Wow. It's turned into a lame chat board. Hey, MF, a certain person with the letter A. in her name, but who shall remain nameless, went and bought me two tickets to the Last Fling event. I'm suppose to find someone who wants to go. Interested? You know you wanna.
It's A MONSTER House!
Hey MF. I posted to your Blog. I feel like a blog spy, invading other countries. Your e-mail is broken. I'm off at 8. I could do the 10 PM repeat. But, I can't do the original showing. Sound good?
There Is No Oregon
I just finished reading Chuck Palahniuk's new book fugtives and refugees and I'm upset I bothered paying for this thing. It was described as a travelogue slash memoir, and it basically came down to "To see something crazy go here. To see sex, go here." For a nearly 200 page book, there was about 20 pages of interesting material. Maybe if I was ever going to go to Portland, it would be a better read. But I ain't. So it's not.
Half.com, here I come.
The Migraine - Journal Entry
It was a vast conspiracy to drive me insane. A conspiracy that reached down to the smallest denominator and the highest member of the government offices.
And it was working.
Make.
The.
Damn.
Noise.
Stop.
It starts just before the sun rises. Jack hammers. Traffic. Honk. Screech. I hear the tiniest click of a passing turn signal. It's taunting me. Fuckyou. It clicks. Fuckyou. Nosleep. Fuckyou. The syllables of the clicks are accented. FUCKyou. noSLEEP. fuckYOU. Jack hammer. Awake. Headache. Blinding Pain. Headache. Make the pain stop. Fuck the noise. Headache. Eye twitching. Eye twitching. Sharp pain. Blindness.
Blurringtogethereverythingblurstogetherwhentheheadachesstart
thereisnobeginningorend
thereisonlypain
painandnauseabutmostlypain
pindropsbecomeexplosions
itallbleedstogether
makeitallstop
Chicago Spooked by 'Ghost Planes'
Chicago Spooked by 'Ghost Planes'
Discover!
I need a new job. It's just time. Time to find a way out of the hole that is my current job. Wake up. Go to work. Go home. Sleep. Wake up. Go to work. Hang self. Sleep.
I'm becoming addicted to the Discovery Channel. Not the bad Discovery channel that is stuff like Trading Spaces (aside from Monster House). No. Anatomy of a Shark Bite. Make me vomit. Resurrecting Nefertiti. I never learned so much about the "forgotten queen."
No. I don't have much to talk about. Dead Like Me comes on soon. It's sad that my day is based around television. I would have loved to do outside things this weekend, but it was too hot. Hot makes me sick. And that's bad.
So, I've been sitting around trying to figure out which group to talk about next in the Young Adult newsletter for work. Issue One was They Might Be Giants. Issue Two is Freezepop. Issue Three will probably be Junior Senior. I can't do explicit music. And that's the stuff I want to talk about.
Damn it.
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